With the wind

Trails of flights and of sunny caress disappear in the clouds
While I'm standing onhigh looking down from the edge of the steep
To the road for the journey that fixes my finishing sweep
By the nuclear blast and the weep of celestial crowds,

Greyish mist is entwining the darkness and wreathes in shadows
For i'm gone through the fake and the sparkling illusion of light,
And again I am one with the wind but the breathes of night
Whirl the ash I am roaming knee-deep in the colorless meadows.

You kept holding the line in the world with no traces of answer
With no love, and no death, and no murmur of happiness stream
Which was lost in the darkness to leave the indefinite dream
That I share with infinity watching the sour of the dancer

Who took off from the peaks that surrounded a craddle of sadness
And emitted transparent reflections in heavenly tears,
They are dripping in twilight and sink in the omen of fears
Of the consciousness fading away to the permanent madness.

Unbelief that I'm trying to trust is entwining together
With the air that is praying the rhyme to the vanishing day
To dissolve in the withering wasteland in final decay
For it's trapped overnight by the spread of the flickering heather.

And the spectral imprint of your laugh, when we parted forever,
Left the tone turning quieter with age, as the life passes by,
I recall morning drizzle that lies down the roof of our sky
While its traces are swept by the avalanche crumbling to Never,

Moonlight gleam disappears in the widening torrent of snow
Falling down through the mist of the canyon and juggling with light,
Sends a final good-bye to us left at the summit of night
That begins to peal off to the bottomless abyss below.

I foretaste the embrace of the bitter insanity knowledge
As I leave to the sky with its colors upsetting in wrath,
But it's turning to black on the way to the temple of death
Where I wander astray with the wind swirling over the foliage.

2004 Mar 20
based on the russian verse written together with Dana Mad